LeoneTK
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· Jan 2
Carnation
A collection of short stories from the Tales of The Dead Writers Guild
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An anthology from beyond the bookshelf 💀📘
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“Why do you look so tired, Mira?”
She set her books down on the desk & sighed. “Because every day I feel like I’m sprinting to catch up to someone else’s finish line.”
Evan leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. “That’s not raising your standards. That’s borrowing someone
She set her books down on the desk & sighed. “Because every day I feel like I’m sprinting to catch up to someone else’s finish line.”
Evan leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. “That’s not raising your standards. That’s borrowing someone
September 29, 2025 at 5:48 PM
“Why do you look so tired, Mira?”
She set her books down on the desk & sighed. “Because every day I feel like I’m sprinting to catch up to someone else’s finish line.”
Evan leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. “That’s not raising your standards. That’s borrowing someone
She set her books down on the desk & sighed. “Because every day I feel like I’m sprinting to catch up to someone else’s finish line.”
Evan leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. “That’s not raising your standards. That’s borrowing someone
“Do you even remember who you were before me?” she asked, her tone soft but cutting, like a scalpel dipped in honey.
He sat hunched in the candlelight, unable to answer. The words piled in his throat, rotted there. He used to know who he was
He sat hunched in the candlelight, unable to answer. The words piled in his throat, rotted there. He used to know who he was
September 27, 2025 at 6:31 AM
“Do you even remember who you were before me?” she asked, her tone soft but cutting, like a scalpel dipped in honey.
He sat hunched in the candlelight, unable to answer. The words piled in his throat, rotted there. He used to know who he was
He sat hunched in the candlelight, unable to answer. The words piled in his throat, rotted there. He used to know who he was
Zoom-zoom, clack-clack, snail on the go,
Sammy’s skateboard’s stealing the show!
Whoosh in the air, spin ’round, land tight,
Shell shining golden, a dazzling sight.
Sammy’s skateboard’s stealing the show!
Whoosh in the air, spin ’round, land tight,
Shell shining golden, a dazzling sight.
September 26, 2025 at 9:52 PM
Zoom-zoom, clack-clack, snail on the go,
Sammy’s skateboard’s stealing the show!
Whoosh in the air, spin ’round, land tight,
Shell shining golden, a dazzling sight.
Sammy’s skateboard’s stealing the show!
Whoosh in the air, spin ’round, land tight,
Shell shining golden, a dazzling sight.
I wish they did
🎈Art: @SoulFullHyena
🎈Art: @SoulFullHyena
September 26, 2025 at 8:37 PM
I wish they did
🎈Art: @SoulFullHyena
🎈Art: @SoulFullHyena
Learning to be comfortable as the villain in someone’s story🖤✏️
September 25, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Learning to be comfortable as the villain in someone’s story🖤✏️
Imagine being a baseball player in a golf tournament & seeing a miss🖤✏️
September 24, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Imagine being a baseball player in a golf tournament & seeing a miss🖤✏️
“Why would an octopus need running shoes?” asked Coral the crab, tilting her shell hat to the side.
“I’m training to be the fastest underwater runner!” declared Ollie the octopus, tying seaweed around his eight legs like sneakers.
The other sea creatures giggled. “But you
“I’m training to be the fastest underwater runner!” declared Ollie the octopus, tying seaweed around his eight legs like sneakers.
The other sea creatures giggled. “But you
September 24, 2025 at 7:31 PM
“Why would an octopus need running shoes?” asked Coral the crab, tilting her shell hat to the side.
“I’m training to be the fastest underwater runner!” declared Ollie the octopus, tying seaweed around his eight legs like sneakers.
The other sea creatures giggled. “But you
“I’m training to be the fastest underwater runner!” declared Ollie the octopus, tying seaweed around his eight legs like sneakers.
The other sea creatures giggled. “But you
“Why does it sound like they’re singing even when the music’s off?” whispered Jenny, clutching her flashlight.
Her brother, Max, frowned. “Because 1-3-1 broke up years ago. Nobody’s played their songs since the accident.”
The two kids were standing outside the
Her brother, Max, frowned. “Because 1-3-1 broke up years ago. Nobody’s played their songs since the accident.”
The two kids were standing outside the
September 22, 2025 at 4:52 PM
“Why does it sound like they’re singing even when the music’s off?” whispered Jenny, clutching her flashlight.
Her brother, Max, frowned. “Because 1-3-1 broke up years ago. Nobody’s played their songs since the accident.”
The two kids were standing outside the
Her brother, Max, frowned. “Because 1-3-1 broke up years ago. Nobody’s played their songs since the accident.”
The two kids were standing outside the
“They don’t breathe, they don’t bleed, & they don’t forgive.”
The voice crackled over the loudspeaker as the prison yard floodlights flickered on. Rows of criminals—killers, smugglers, warlords—stood frozen, chained together, watching the gates groan open.
The voice crackled over the loudspeaker as the prison yard floodlights flickered on. Rows of criminals—killers, smugglers, warlords—stood frozen, chained together, watching the gates groan open.
September 22, 2025 at 6:12 AM
“They don’t breathe, they don’t bleed, & they don’t forgive.”
The voice crackled over the loudspeaker as the prison yard floodlights flickered on. Rows of criminals—killers, smugglers, warlords—stood frozen, chained together, watching the gates groan open.
The voice crackled over the loudspeaker as the prison yard floodlights flickered on. Rows of criminals—killers, smugglers, warlords—stood frozen, chained together, watching the gates groan open.
“You stole a loaf of bread,” the guard sneered, his voice carrying over the cobblestone square. “Tomorrow, you fight.”
The words echoed across the gathered crowd. No trial. No plea. Just the sentence. Always the same. In Blackmarsh, every crime—be it theft, murder, or speaking too
The words echoed across the gathered crowd. No trial. No plea. Just the sentence. Always the same. In Blackmarsh, every crime—be it theft, murder, or speaking too
September 20, 2025 at 2:25 AM
“You stole a loaf of bread,” the guard sneered, his voice carrying over the cobblestone square. “Tomorrow, you fight.”
The words echoed across the gathered crowd. No trial. No plea. Just the sentence. Always the same. In Blackmarsh, every crime—be it theft, murder, or speaking too
The words echoed across the gathered crowd. No trial. No plea. Just the sentence. Always the same. In Blackmarsh, every crime—be it theft, murder, or speaking too
A FAE DREAM:
A strange, enchanting place where reality feels bent—beautiful, playful, and a little dangerous—like stepping into a storybook that can turn on you at any moment.
THIRD VOLUME ON THE WAY!!!🖤✏️
A strange, enchanting place where reality feels bent—beautiful, playful, and a little dangerous—like stepping into a storybook that can turn on you at any moment.
THIRD VOLUME ON THE WAY!!!🖤✏️
September 16, 2025 at 11:25 AM
A FAE DREAM:
A strange, enchanting place where reality feels bent—beautiful, playful, and a little dangerous—like stepping into a storybook that can turn on you at any moment.
THIRD VOLUME ON THE WAY!!!🖤✏️
A strange, enchanting place where reality feels bent—beautiful, playful, and a little dangerous—like stepping into a storybook that can turn on you at any moment.
THIRD VOLUME ON THE WAY!!!🖤✏️
GEOspace coming soon!!🖤✏️
September 15, 2025 at 11:24 PM
GEOspace coming soon!!🖤✏️
“Don’t come closer.”
Your voice cracked, brittle as shattered ice. The young woman in the alley froze mid-step, her breath curling into mist that crystallized before it touched the ground. You could see the warmth bleeding out of her, stolen into you without permission,
Your voice cracked, brittle as shattered ice. The young woman in the alley froze mid-step, her breath curling into mist that crystallized before it touched the ground. You could see the warmth bleeding out of her, stolen into you without permission,
September 15, 2025 at 8:26 PM
“Don’t come closer.”
Your voice cracked, brittle as shattered ice. The young woman in the alley froze mid-step, her breath curling into mist that crystallized before it touched the ground. You could see the warmth bleeding out of her, stolen into you without permission,
Your voice cracked, brittle as shattered ice. The young woman in the alley froze mid-step, her breath curling into mist that crystallized before it touched the ground. You could see the warmth bleeding out of her, stolen into you without permission,
“Hey, slowpoke! You’re moving so slow I could take a nap, wake up, & still have time to fly three laps around the world before you take another step!” squawked Perry the Peregrine Falcon, flapping his wings dramatically.
Toby the Galapagos Tortoise blinked once,
Toby the Galapagos Tortoise blinked once,
September 15, 2025 at 2:52 AM
“Hey, slowpoke! You’re moving so slow I could take a nap, wake up, & still have time to fly three laps around the world before you take another step!” squawked Perry the Peregrine Falcon, flapping his wings dramatically.
Toby the Galapagos Tortoise blinked once,
Toby the Galapagos Tortoise blinked once,
“You should have been more polite,” the wizard sneers, his crooked staff pointed at your chest. “Now, enjoy becoming that which you fear most.”
At first, you laugh. A curse? Please. You’re no hero, no chosen one, just someone who
At first, you laugh. A curse? Please. You’re no hero, no chosen one, just someone who
September 14, 2025 at 4:21 AM
“You should have been more polite,” the wizard sneers, his crooked staff pointed at your chest. “Now, enjoy becoming that which you fear most.”
At first, you laugh. A curse? Please. You’re no hero, no chosen one, just someone who
At first, you laugh. A curse? Please. You’re no hero, no chosen one, just someone who
“Sir, we’ve got them on comms. They’re… surrendering?”
The words hung in the air like an echo from another reality. The war room, usually so electric with tension & fear, went utterly silent. Every screen showed the burning wreckage of the scout ship spiraling into
The words hung in the air like an echo from another reality. The war room, usually so electric with tension & fear, went utterly silent. Every screen showed the burning wreckage of the scout ship spiraling into
September 11, 2025 at 4:04 PM
“Sir, we’ve got them on comms. They’re… surrendering?”
The words hung in the air like an echo from another reality. The war room, usually so electric with tension & fear, went utterly silent. Every screen showed the burning wreckage of the scout ship spiraling into
The words hung in the air like an echo from another reality. The war room, usually so electric with tension & fear, went utterly silent. Every screen showed the burning wreckage of the scout ship spiraling into
“Today is my last day as a human,” I whispered to my reflection. The words fogged the mirror, hanging between me & the stranger staring back. My skin looked the same—flesh stretched over bone, tired eyes, a mouth that had practiced smiling
September 11, 2025 at 6:21 AM
“Today is my last day as a human,” I whispered to my reflection. The words fogged the mirror, hanging between me & the stranger staring back. My skin looked the same—flesh stretched over bone, tired eyes, a mouth that had practiced smiling
“Don’t touch that!” the wizard hisses, voice sharp as glass. “That medallion is cursed. Every sage who’s worn it has gone mad.”
The barbarian, broad-shouldered & smiling with a vacant sort of joy, holds the tarnished relic up to the torchlight. “Shiny.”
The barbarian, broad-shouldered & smiling with a vacant sort of joy, holds the tarnished relic up to the torchlight. “Shiny.”
September 10, 2025 at 8:14 PM
“Don’t touch that!” the wizard hisses, voice sharp as glass. “That medallion is cursed. Every sage who’s worn it has gone mad.”
The barbarian, broad-shouldered & smiling with a vacant sort of joy, holds the tarnished relic up to the torchlight. “Shiny.”
The barbarian, broad-shouldered & smiling with a vacant sort of joy, holds the tarnished relic up to the torchlight. “Shiny.”
“You seem to have me mistaken,” you say, squaring your shoulders as the Devil’s smile slithers through the torchlit mist. “You do not offer me a deal. I offer you one.”
The Devil tilts his head, red eyes glinting like embers beneath a hood of shadows.
The Devil tilts his head, red eyes glinting like embers beneath a hood of shadows.
September 10, 2025 at 12:46 AM
“You seem to have me mistaken,” you say, squaring your shoulders as the Devil’s smile slithers through the torchlit mist. “You do not offer me a deal. I offer you one.”
The Devil tilts his head, red eyes glinting like embers beneath a hood of shadows.
The Devil tilts his head, red eyes glinting like embers beneath a hood of shadows.
“You’re lying to yourself,” the voice said, though no one stood in the observation deck with you.
The glass dome curved overhead, showing the ruined surface of Earth far below—ashen, silent, stripped of oceans. You clenched your fists. “No,” you said. “I’m
The glass dome curved overhead, showing the ruined surface of Earth far below—ashen, silent, stripped of oceans. You clenched your fists. “No,” you said. “I’m
September 8, 2025 at 9:56 PM
“You’re lying to yourself,” the voice said, though no one stood in the observation deck with you.
The glass dome curved overhead, showing the ruined surface of Earth far below—ashen, silent, stripped of oceans. You clenched your fists. “No,” you said. “I’m
The glass dome curved overhead, showing the ruined surface of Earth far below—ashen, silent, stripped of oceans. You clenched your fists. “No,” you said. “I’m
You push open the side door to the garage, expecting the usual smell of motor oil and old lawn equipment, maybe your friend muttering under his breath while tinkering with the mower. Instead, the first thing that hits you is silence. Too much
September 8, 2025 at 2:30 AM
You push open the side door to the garage, expecting the usual smell of motor oil and old lawn equipment, maybe your friend muttering under his breath while tinkering with the mower. Instead, the first thing that hits you is silence. Too much
GEOspace COMING SOON!!🖤✏️
September 4, 2025 at 9:32 PM
GEOspace COMING SOON!!🖤✏️
“George,” the voice whispered through the candlelit chamber, low & urgent, “they must never know.”
Washington’s hand lingered on the edge of the desk, trembling slightly despite the steady composure he had mastered before men, Congress, & armies. He
Washington’s hand lingered on the edge of the desk, trembling slightly despite the steady composure he had mastered before men, Congress, & armies. He
September 1, 2025 at 3:57 AM
“George,” the voice whispered through the candlelit chamber, low & urgent, “they must never know.”
Washington’s hand lingered on the edge of the desk, trembling slightly despite the steady composure he had mastered before men, Congress, & armies. He
Washington’s hand lingered on the edge of the desk, trembling slightly despite the steady composure he had mastered before men, Congress, & armies. He
“You still don’t understand, do you?” The vampire’s voice rasped, low & wet, as he lifted the slender glass cylinder to his lips. “Blood isn’t just sustenance—it’s flavor. It’s art.”
The chamber was lit only by the dull red glow of braziers. Chains clinked in the
The chamber was lit only by the dull red glow of braziers. Chains clinked in the
August 31, 2025 at 12:38 AM
“You still don’t understand, do you?” The vampire’s voice rasped, low & wet, as he lifted the slender glass cylinder to his lips. “Blood isn’t just sustenance—it’s flavor. It’s art.”
The chamber was lit only by the dull red glow of braziers. Chains clinked in the
The chamber was lit only by the dull red glow of braziers. Chains clinked in the